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Lights shine,
Wine and dine.
Gaming table;
No labels.

Feel like a million bucks,
Wearing a tux.
I feel so good.
Never thought I could.

Fifty on black;
Build my stack.
Roll the dice,
I'm cool as ice.

No Limit hold 'em
I know when to fold them.
Pull a trick like a magician,
Money is my mission.

Clubs galore,
Get on the dance floor.
Move my feet,
Rock out to the beat.

Slot machine,
Mind keen,
Put in a quarter,
What the doctor ordered.

Looking for some luck
Cards sometimes get mucked
Just play bright,
Money is in my sight.

Gamble and dance,
Maybe some romance.
Everyone will win.
In the City of Sin.
Pete Yelle
Saturday, June 14, 2008
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